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No matter how good she is on a bicycle, she can't be faster than a sports car driver.

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    jolie Luo Xiaoyun: When I took a boat to the magical volcanic island Stromboli, the top of the volcano, nearly a thousand meters above sea level, was still smoking.  The small town surrounding the volcano is mainly white and very cute.  I am going to hike for 6 hours to climb the volcano with my camera on my back. Do you think I can persist in climbing to the top and see the volcano erupt?  Music love letter Long Yinyue: Hiking for 6 hours to climb a volcano with a camera on your back.  awesome.  "Secret Love" is sung by Luo Dayou.  In 1982, Luo Dayou's first album "Zhi Hu Zhe Ye" came out, which completely changed the way of listening to Chinese pop songs.  Luo Dayou's own musical journey is also the epitome of Chinese pop music. He has systematically brought the spirit of Western rock music and the critical spirit of traditional Chinese literati into pop music. He himself has also gone through the process from a protest singer in the "Black Wave Period" to  (Sohu Entertainment Review).  Jolie Luo Xiaoyun: The Icelandic jerseys are ready. In my mind, they have already won. There is a XX model of an ice hockey player in a museum in Iceland. Do football players also want one? My little red dragon and Puffin Bird are discussing the finals.  thing.  Musical love letter Long Yinyue: Iceland needs more luck to beat its host country France. Even if it wins, it will still have to face Germany, which narrowly defeated Italy 7:6 on penalty kicks. Not being optimistic about Iceland is like not being optimistic about yourself, unless  When a miracle occurs, a dark horse can become a white horse. There are miracles in this world, but they are rare. If you are lucky, you will encounter them. It is normal if you don't encounter them. Anyway, Iceland is already number one in your heart.  "Paradise" sung by Coldplay.  No matter how powerful she was on a bicycle, she could never ride a sports car faster. The reality revealed the cruelty in front of her. When she returned to her elegant dream, she was in a low mood. She could only escape from the loss. There was a beautiful paradise on the other side of the dream. When she closed her eyes,  What comes to mind is a bright starry sky, a place bigger and more mysterious than the universe. Behind the meteors, the goddess of the starry sky looks at me with pity. After the storm, is there a beautiful paradise?  "InMyPlace" Coldplay sang.  The ruthless gears of time have crushed the original intention, and every tear is like a waterfall full of pain. The song of life, thinking about the future, fighting for dreams and reality, just accepting fate, not accepting fate, do you admit that the bicycle in your hand is faster than a speeding car?  , the Rainbow Goddess yelled in a panic, "Run away." I watched her slender figure swinging her limbs indistinctly. I don't blame her for thinking that beauty is only good in profile.  "The Scientist" sung by Coldplay.  turn left turn Right?  Front for back?  South or north?  West or east?  Is that the way to heaven of happiness?  say what?  Lexi?  What are you sad about?  Natural selection, destiny, destiny, philosophy, she settles like a mountain, steps forward steadily, slow time descends on all living beings, this encounter is like a gathering of wind and clouds, but the cynical other person has lonely scarred eyes, lonely ice  Body, spirit on fire, unparalleled purity and romance.  "Apologize" Timbaland, OneRepublic sang.  When the two meet, their natural enemies, hot and cold, exchange in an instant. Reason cannot burst into emotion, and emotion cannot create reason. They run east and west, south and north, back and forward, and right again.  Turn left, go to hell and rush to heaven, embrace heaven with open arms, step on the dust and smoke of the beacon land, thinking is a pure black lily, thinking is a white rose, only two poles, balanced with truth, under the sky  road.
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